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Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms
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OOC: Banjo, is the room something like this? Like, is there a space to the side of the door i can stand, so that im not just standing in front of it while keeping look out?
Aware i dont know what SM has heard yet, but i dont think Plas would just stand in a possible line of fire for the lolz. If so, Plas will stand where the x is.
Top to bottom it goes stairs, desk on the right (long side parallel with right wall) and exit to carpark on left, overkill door.0 -
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As the fog retreats, the SWAT teams line up either side of the door, one member from each side stepping into the doorway and firing off several rounds with loud, hollow pops. Smoke begins to billow out of the door.
Randy turns around, alarmed by the hollow pops and the subsequent smoke billowing through the opening of the door.
"Again...?! This... Needs to STOP..."
Randy bellows out "MoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooOOo".
He lifts his arms, stretched out to both sides, smacks his hands together and shouts out...
"BOOOOooooViiiiiiineeeeeee BLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW".
He blasts wind into the direction of the pop and smoke.
He huffs and puffs, snorts, grunts and then turns around.Indigo follows in gaseous form, unsure of what to expect.
He remembers seeing movement heading upstairs and thinks to himself.
"Maybe the manager is hiding upstairs, either way, will have more luck anywhere but here..." he thinks to himself as he follows the upwards moving mudslide and the puff of smoke following it.0 -
"'Wet Jocks'? Oh the Urimancer - we caught him eventually, he was trying to bring a fire hydrant to life, but his type are very vulnerable to tazers when they're..uh… doing their thing. We got the tentacle guy too. Another nonreg. Do you guys get some kind of a giro payment on a Tuesday? The bank seems to be full of them! Anyway we'll be taking him to the Reef soon enough, along with your Loomie friend. If you don't want to join them, I suggest you start talking."Thanks for the phamplets, where is the bleedin' medic? I'm not leavin' till I get checked out. I was queueing to use the atm and a bloomin' van knocks me down, inside a bank for crikeys sake! I dont know if i was uncoscious for long, but when i came through, I seen these candlestick bearing thugs waltzing around the bank, then swat must have breached as there was thick smoke everywhere, and the guy beside me had pissed himself and his piss was heading for my face, so on instinct i jumped up, then i noticed the atm was free, so i done my business that i came to the bank for. Then when i was making my way to leave i see the thug and thought i may as well drag him out while i was leaving the bank, following after the wet jocked lad.
Dunno, i dont think i was thinking straight, but dragging him out while unconscios seemed like a sensible thing to do. Maybe i should have left him in there, but what if he came through and shot an officier or hurt a customer, i would have felt bad for leaving that danger inside the bank.
I hope the red dot brigade didn't shoot wet jocks, its he alright? "
We know it's not in your blood, we know it's not in your genes, we know you're not an alien…. but you were dragging that guy - all 90 kilos of him plus those big stupid gloves - like he was a teddy on a skateboard. What was that? Just your fight-or-flight and your overwhelming concern for the general public? Don't waste my time or your liberty with that. Please. Help me to help…"
The whole truck shakes
"what the ****?"Nebelwerfer wrote: »Randy turns around, alarmed by the hollow pops and the subsequent smoke billowing through the opening of the door.
"Again...?! This... Needs to STOP..."
Randy bellows out "MoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooOOo".
He lifts his arms, stretched out to both sides, smacks his hands together and shouts out...
"BOOOOooooViiiiiiineeeeeee BLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW".
He blasts wind into the direction of the pop and smoke.
The spreading teargas belches back out through the foyer, the force pushing the encroaching SWAT teams back out the the door and across the road, the vehicles making up the cordon shaking, some of the smaller cars skidding backwards slightly.
Inside the DoSC van Lt. Gale (Did I mention his name was Lt. Gale earlier? I didn't did I and now that there's a wind it looks a bit weird to mention it now. But that was his name before so there's nothing I can do with it.) Anyway, he breaks away from his interview with Shelly, thumping on the back door of the truck. "Collar her and put her with the others!" he shouts over the roar of the wind to the uniform at the door, jumping out and heading out of sight. "And get me Planeclothes!"
The officer gulps and approaches Shelly tentatively with a black collar in one hand, the other outstretched as if trying to calm an irate goat.
OOC : Given your power level….Necrominus wrote: »Porcumorph tries to gauge if she can make it through the slow moving blades to the other side in her current form.
Almost as if sensing her intent, the blades slow and stop. Looking through, she can see that on the other side it's a substantial drop to the floor, at least for a porcupine.
OOC : There is no scientific evidence to suggest they always land on their feet!
BTW, I'm sure you've been reading all the same informational publishings as I have - or 'Porculit' as we enthusiasts call it - but as this is a comic book universe, and I don't want to live in a world where porcupines shooting their quills is a myth, **** science - you can do it if you want!Plas runs up to where the duct is and calls SM
'i don't like this my friend. Something is planned....get out of the walls!'
He then positions himself to the side of the door where he was and prepares himself mentally for combat.
OOC : You have a turn in-hand. If you want to insert a character-developing flashback here while Plasma centers himself ahead of the fight to come, it might be worth something….
Nebelwerfer wrote: »He huffs and puffs, snorts, grunts and then turns around.
He remembers seeing movement heading upstairs and thinks to himself.
"Maybe the manager is hiding upstairs, either way, will have more luck anywhere but here..." he thinks to himself as he follows the upwards moving mudslide and the puff of smoke following it.
OOC : The stairs are behind the teller windows. You either need a way through them or you need to bypass the security door on the right hand side of them. Basically, in 2 moves time you'll be caught up with Indigo on the other side.0 -
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Plas centres his mind, just as he had learned long ago. He allows his mind the space to envelop his conciousness - making him aware of his surroundings without having to focus on using his sight to identify what is what and what is where.
In this centred state, a memory pops up in front of his minds eye.
From back when he was younger. And learning to harness his Squirrlan heritage. Learning how to balance his abilities, how to focus, how to keep fighting no matter the obstacle. For what was right.
Another memory.....
Learning about Squirrlon IV from the rocket that had brought him to Earth. Learning what it meant to be alone, surrounded by Greyons and win a fight. The ships AI had simulated so many battle simulations for him to learn from. This was the moment he first realised he could fight crime and help bring peace to his adopted planet.
Another memory......they were flowing through his mind at lighning speed now, yet Plas wasnt missing any of the rich and well developed detail that the GM has set the bar for......a memory of his first fight as Plasma Squirrel.....his first fight alongside Squiramorph....
Guns pointed at him.....criminals with a smug sense of superiority.....Plas using every inch of his power to Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge the attacks of his oppressors. A mind blast at one; using another as a human shield, a swift punch to a third, commandeering a weapon from another.
Plasma Squirrel returns from his semi-meditative state centred and ready to fight.
'Lets do this' he says quietly to himself, resolved not to lose this battle.
OOC: I dont know whats on offer here, but the above should give you scope for something.
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They're walking back and forth dragging hold-alls. With a test of your co-ordination vs their awareness you could try to drop onto a face, sure.
Porcumorph [d6+4] vs face [d6+2]
To shoot, it's your co-ordination vs their co-ordination. Roll d6+4 vs d6, and Pick a number between 1 and 4 so I can see what their co-ord is and add it on.
Also, as matter can neither be created nor destroyed those quills have to come from somewhere - Roll on this table :
1. Marvel - they are made from energy from a parallel dimension
2. DC - The are a different kind of energy that's grittier and more miserable, but still comes from a parallel dimension.
3. Image - The quills are parts of your body, which parts will become evident when you change back.
4. Top Cow - The quills are parts of your clothing, which parts will become evident when you change back but my money's on the buttons keeping your giant breasts in your 2 sizes too small top.
5. Boom! Box - The quills represent the patriarchy's attitude towards female creatives. Because all men are pricks. Go sisters!
6. DC Thompson - Quills are for softies! Let's just thump them. Oh no - Look out! It's dad's slipper!
OOC: Ok, rolled 1 for Marvel, energy from a parallel dimension!
5 vs 3 for the face land in Squiramorphs favour. I think the dice is broken - 3 1s in a row
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OOC : The stairs are behind the teller windows. You either need a way through them or you need to bypass the security door on the right hand side of them. Basically, in 2 moves time you'll be caught up with Indigo on the other side.
As he tries to pass through the teller window, Randy realizes he might have some difficulty and a good chance of getting stuck if he makes any further en-devours.
He looks to the security door, realizing the obstacle he has to overcome.
He sneaks up to the wall, before slamming himself (facing wall) up against it, with his arms and legs spread wide.
He tiptoes sideways until the door is directly in front of him.
"Mumumumumummmmuuuuuuuuuu...." he utters, under his breath, before starting to gyrate up against the wall.
As he is gyrating, now also his arms start gesticulating all over the door.
Randy lets out a final thrust, pulling his arms to his sides and pushing in with his arms on the final push.
He lays his hand onto the door and lets out a small puff, before his hand slides past the handle and he gently pokes his pinky into the keyhole.
He whispers to the door. "inaudible" He gives it a sly nudge and a wink, before backing away from it.0 -
Nebelwerfer wrote: »As he tries to pass through the teller window, Randy realizes he might have some difficulty and a good chance of getting stuck if he makes any further en-devours.
He looks to the security door, realizing the obstacle he has to overcome.
He sneaks up to the wall, before slamming himself (facing wall) up against it, with his arms and legs spread wide.
He tiptoes sideways until the door is directly in front of him.
"Mumumumumummmmuuuuuuuuuu...." he utters, under his breath, before starting to gyrate up against the wall.
As he is gyrating, now also his arms start gesticulating all over the door.
Randy lets out a final thrust, pulling his arms to his sides and pushing in with his arms on the final push.
He lays his hand onto the door and lets out a small puff, before his hand slides past the handle and he gently pokes his pinky into the keyhole.
He whispers to the door. "inaudible" He gives it a sly nudge and a wink, before backing away from it.
OOC: Hadnt thought of approaching the door in that fashion. Let's see how this plays out....0 -
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Necrominus wrote: »OOC: Ok, rolled 1 for Marvel, energy from a parallel dimension!
5 vs 3 for the face land in Squiramorphs favour. I think the dice is broken - 3 1s in a row
ooc : Dice tested - they're fine. But you're cursed!
Squirramorph porcu-squirms between the blades of the fan, while below the loomies finish pulling their heavy burdens towards the door and take up positions.
"7....6.....5...."
Timing her fall to perfection, Squirramorph drops out of the airvent, pulling a 900 degree piked spin.
"...2....1... GoooooOOAAAAAAAAARGH MY FACE!"
The door to the security station opens, jamming half way.
Two of the Loomies manage to squeeze through. One of them is wearing an awesome orange Pimp Hat with a feather.
Back in the vault atrium, Quillface grabs for the porcupine (Roll for Prowess, target is 7 to dodge) while the remaining 3 struggle to open the door.
4 Loomie grunts exit the stairwell followed by Menorah and the Tallowman. One loomie points his candlestick at Plasma Squirrel and squeals a highpitched warcry.
You can go it alone Pter or hang on a sec to see if Indy, Randy or Squirramorph come to your aid0 -
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OOC : the world of Icons is a little fuzzy on Inventory management, because you don't have one. There are no pockets on Superman's suit, unless you count that one he uses exclusively for aubergines. Most items that could be used offensively or defensively are modeled through Powers. Flack jackets are the Devices form of the Resistance power. Guns are a Blast power. Knives are a Strike power. That kind of thing. That's not to say you can't have them, but they're primarily for NPCs, for a PC to get one permanently requires sacrifice / advancement. However, in the interest of having a semi-interactive world, and because Nebelwerfer just ****ed a door open, it might be possible to acquire temporary powers through looting, when appropriate.
The back of the truck is fairly bare - just the benches either side with floor and wall loops that would be suitable for securing restraints to. It looks like it's designed more for transporting undesirables than the good men and women of the department of supercrime. However, the officer rolling around on the ground is wearing a protective vest.
OOC: it was for disguise, not protection
Shelly exits the truck and then wanders off in the opposite direction of the bank.0 -
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OOC: it was for disguise, not protection
Shelly exits the truck and then wanders off in the opposite direction of the bank.
Don't you Mauler me, sKeith! I invented Maulering! And not on purpose!
In her new Soup-logoed stab vest, Shelly is able to slip through the cordon effortlessly.
"This is Fabio Castell standing in for Allie Tramway, Live from 1st National, downtown Sovereign. Back to you in the studio.... We clear? Ok Brian - set up over there, we'll interview the yokel for the 6pm slot. Excuse me sir! Fabio Castell, Channel 3 news - can tell us what you saw?"
"Well, I was just here eatin' mah beef nuggets with mah wife - say hello hunny!"
"Well Hi!"
"and this van drove straight on in, n' smoke pours out and then this kid - sexy young dude, he was, turn a fellas head soon as look at him - he just runs up n ' he turns into smoke too"
"mmm hmmm? Smoke?" Fabio makes the cut-throat gesture at Brian "yeah, someone's been smoking something - Brian find me a real interview. Thank you sir, that's great"
"m'I gonna be on TV? You want a beef nugget? Ooof!"
He drops his nuggets as Shelly pushes through
"'Scuse me officer, didn't see yuh there!"
Shelly has crossed the street and is now on the far side of the group of onlookers. Beyond lies freedom... anonymity.... obscurity... streets I haven't drawn yet... a C-Loop train station...0
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